Gideon didn’t even notice they were near their destination. “There she is…” Zachariah mumbled loudly to himself. Toward the east sprawled a massive complex that put the movies and fairytales to shame. It was a palace, one that went on for miles in all directions near a lake and forest; you could have easily called it a small city. Tiled roads and streets of swirled granite and marble in alternate patterns set the paths. Silvery-white stone laced in black and gold made the basis of all the structures. There were dozens of large, small, and medium-sized buildings alike with towers sticking out of many of them, some structures being towers by themselves. None of which Gideon could identify their purpose.
Zachariah descends toward the front door of his home and lands on the fine stones. Gideon slides off and the shapeshifter returns to his humanoid form. He was smirking. “Enjoy the ride?”
“All things considered, it wasn’t too bad. Would’ve been a little better if you had given me more warning.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Gideon ignored him. “Fair enough. Come on,” Zachariah said with a wave. “I’m hungry, and chances are you’re a bit puckish as well.”
Gideon did feel rather empty on the inside “Sure. I just hope it doesn’t take an hour to reach your kitchen.”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 14 May 2018